Listening to: Red House Painters - Old Ramon

Wilco - Sky Blue Sky

Reading: assorted poems for school.

Playing: nothing.

Watching: The Office, Season 2.

Dreaming: hardly at all.

Ugh. I've been sick for nigh-on two weeks straight here. I think I'm on the way to proper health again, however.

I can't seem to find motivation in me to do much of anything lately, and when I do manage to create something, I generally hate it and destroy it, or else hide it and hope that someday I'll come back to it and like it. Result: I am about as depressed as I have ever been. Bad weather doesn't help, nor does the fact that one of my best friends is moving away in January.

As of late, I haven't done anything in regards to game development. I've had more interest in recording music. Even that is becoming very frustrating, though. I'd like to record a strange, sprawling space/folk/rock/strange-static-noise album, but I can't seem to write any good lyrics (though I have lots of things to write about) and I don't like my melodies very much either. Or my singing, but that's another thing entirely. Still, I shall press on, like a valiant illegal-immigrant-wage-slave, ironing bedsheets in a one-night hotel for a pittance.

And I got a set of black electric guitar strings, for my black electric guitar (well, actually it's not mine, it's my brother's, but since he left it behind when he went to college, that's moot).

What else?

Oh, I guess I should mention: Poppenkast has released a collection of really short games, and I made one of them.

<img src=http://www.thepoppenkast.com/data/Poppenkast/3hrs_s2.png>

Get it here.

In other news, it is December. I realised today that snow can make even very ugly things beautiful. Long rows of tired houses, narrow, uneven streets, bridges, graffitied buildings. Of course, it's also very cold, and I can't go outside much now. But it's nice to look at, for a few weeks at least.

Tidings of comfort and joy to you.